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I bought the flowers myself, ringing them up as a personal sale and sliding my own debit card through the machine. I even added a bit of baby’s breath and a nice ribbon to the sunflowers to make them look like a proper arrangement, stalling for time while I cast a nervous glance at the darkened street outside. Maya watched me with a look of pure disbelief, her jaw practically hitting the floor as I handed the bouquet back to her. “Go on,” I whispered, giving her a small wink, my ears straining for the sound of a car pulling up or the chime of the door. “Happy birthday to your mum, and make sure you get home safe before it gets too dark.”
